The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1887-05-28
THE LAST DAYS OF ROBINSON.
Verses Written IN 1875 Viewed In
the Light u 1857.


the Light N 1857.
The following verses were written
IN 1878, and were then denied publ.
cation IN the Eureka Sentinel on
account of their too bitter and per-
sonal nature. We now give them
to the public as alli the actors in the
thrilling drama they depict have
either passed from the stage of life or
sought more cOngenial chimes. Even
the author no longer listens to the
coyotes MARBLE, loud and clear" or
the "hOOts of the owl upon the cliff
For many years peace aud content
ment have reigned over the spot de-
scribed by our poet as the scene of
murder and arson, that he SO truly
portrays. But the poet has erred in
his prophecy, for "The Last Days of
Robinson" were not like those of
Carthage, where the exiled Roman
Marius) sat alone upon her ruins
let the poet whose graphic portrayal
10 here given. like Narius was ordered
I" depart; but those who gave the
order we're themselves forced to leave
by the warning which retributi0n
ever whispers into the ears of guilty
conscience. And now, after twelve
years Of "living DEATH" Robinson
il once again coming TO the front,
showing signs of life and activity,
and promising at no distant day to
become q prosperous mining camp.
But its early history will not be for
gotten; it 10 dark and bloody as any
that ever disgraced any camp on the
Pacific Coast. New people are going
in there now and beginning to develop
Its latent resources. They are of Q
different type from the old characters,
and their walks will be in the paths
of industry and peace. But in after
years, when children yet unborn wend
their way To school, some old man Of
the early times will recite to them
the subject of which our poem treats,
and perhaps point out to them where
the .,the bloody knife and midnight
torch" left . stain that time cannot
effacs
The wild coyote attunes his threat and war.
blcs lsud and clear.
While other whslps OF kindred blosd proclaim
that they are near;
The owl. upon the lonely elih. rs-ochoes back
the sound,
And ether owls reverbsrats that they, too,
are around.
The LAM that blatsd for his mates IL left
Alehs ~ Craze,
The torch that liz HE brightest hopes has
ceased at lAst Ia blaze;
The blsody knife has ceased TO CLEAN, IL fell
In numbering PowER.
And lsft . stain on Robinson In midnight
darkest hour
know not what ye might have been, but
what ye truly are.
Il marked by every llnsamsnt Of horror and
despair.
Thy human vampires have erased all virtue
fFsm thy name,
And cen the native savage shrinks with hor.
rsr at thy shame.
Thy prspagated Lies we're borne like heated
blasts from hell.
And virtue. trampled meath thy feet, like
leaves Of Autumn fell;
But now, with retributIsn, back thy crimes on
thee rscoil,
And truth stands forth In al its might. thy
venom 10 despoii.
Thy birth In ignorance came forth with .
diving rod,
And superstition followed up the dumb witch
kAzers nod.
And he who bore the treaehsrous thing amonK
the last Is left,
A thing 80 low that cen Of hell his hopes are
all bereft
when death dIssolvss his worthless form, and
earth reclAims her dust,
A petjured, eanksred atsm then, his soul In
hell will rust.
Adisu ys hills Of Robinson, where hewls the
wild coyote,
Where boots the owl upon the elf wit sor
row in his nste.
where gentle concord rouad thy scenes was
never know 10 dwell
Sad aspect Of . future hope, dsludsd thing,
Farewell I
Miners Wanted.
Miners are getting scarce in this
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